Babalola Augustine Adeola
We are like firewood and candle sticks,
some burning faster than the others.
Just like that without justifications.
Like travellers on this road,
the road some travels longer and faster than other.
Turning us to athlects,
who never kisses the finish line at the same time.
Thinking about all these,
i wish i could misbehave.
Catching all the fun.
But reflecting on how short life could be,
and the thought of the permanent site,
where eternity awaits me.
Won't just allow me to.
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